In the vastness of the cosmos, we are but a speck, yet our curiosity knows no bounds.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
Literature is the exploration of the human condition.
The hard-working petroleum spirit must never be abandoned. It is our family heirloom.